Gloves

Foster looked at Samria with a suspicious frown. That offer definitely sounded intriguing, but at the same time, it seemed too good to be true.

"For free? Not at a reduced price?" Foster asked confused, and Samria immediately shook his head, "No, no, I'm not planning to sell this stuff anyway. I'm a researcher, not a merchant. Knowledge is the only money I need!"

"Really, now. As for me, money is the only money I need." He replied quickly, quickly turning toward Kyla, "What do you think?"

Slowly, she turned her head toward Foster, even though her eyes were still locked onto the man that was gathering a bunch of different scrolls and books on the table in front of them, "Well, I didn't notice any weird fluctuation... excitement, sure, but as far as I can tell, there wasn't anything hidden behind his words."

"Meaning that this is a good deal?"